Tuesday, October 11, 2005

Poem: Second Edition

Ticklies on my nose
Warm breath with traces of apple juice
Soggy fingers tracing
the outline of my face
There is plenty to do...
For me the responsibilities of
parent, spouse and pastor
For him to be eight months old.

But for now I stare as he
tells me it is time to get up
from our nap.

1 comment:

Bad Alice said...

Oh, isn't it just difficult to move sometimes? You hang on their every move and gesture . . . So much more interesting than whatever needs doing.